January 01, 2013

As each year ends, I’d think “wow, this year was great”, and 2012 was no exception. Contrary to last few years, I am extremely satisfied with how my work has improved. Often, it feels like I am back in my MKU days. I love going to work most days.

On the personal front things are a little bit different, though. I am not reading as much as I used to; I am not writing as much as I used to; I am not thinking as much as I used to. I probably don’t write as much code as I used to for my “hobby” projects. But it’s understandable because I devote a lot of time for my work. I sometimes even want to work during weekends, which is completely unlike me. (I’d usually leave work behind when I leave office.)

I didn’t travel much this year, but I did do a few road trips, including a 1.5 weeks trip to (a part of) the Australian Outback. I was super-active on Google+ for a few months, but I think my interest has been slowly waning like it does on any social networking platform. That’s probably a good thing because I can use that time in doing things that are more meaningful — like reading books or writing code.

Earning in dollars makes many things possible, but like everything else in life that comes at a price, too. Staying away from family has made me realise how much I identify myself as a part of my family rather than my own individual self. The desire to do something meaningful to people of my town, my state, and my country, has been intensifying too. Sadly, I just can’t figure out what it is that I can do. Hopefully I would some day.

When I was in college, I had deep disrespect for a kind of people. I can’t quite describe them in words, but they’re ambitious, they seem to work hard, they have habits that look very artificial (like consciously avoiding negative thoughts). Over the past few years, I know I am slowly becoming one of that kind. Only difference is, now I am seeing those despised characteristics from inside out and they don’t seem all that bad.

Overall, I enjoyed all of 2012. Thinking about it, I think there wasn’t a single day when I wasn’t willing to die. Quoting Dido here would be appropriate, I think.

Just this life, I need no otherJust this day, I need no moreJust this moment, let it all stop hereLet it all stop here I’ve had my fill.